Real life
Sometimes I wonder how my life would be if it was different, if I was different. I'm not quite sure why I am the way I am.
I'm not the kind of person to look at someone I know every single thing about and love them. I am unable to love people I know. Because loving someone means I have to know them.People are shitty, some people can change it but that doesn't repair the damage they've already done.
Every time I look at someone I know everything about, I can't help but hate them.
Which makes me wonder if people hate me the way I hate them. I don't exactly hate people i just I don't know, can't stand people for doing such horrible things.
Am I never going to love?
Am I ever going to be loved?
How can people love?I look at these people I barely know, not personal at least. And I can love.
Or atleast whatever I feel.
I know them enough to love them, but not enough to hate them.
Most people have their walls full of pictures of their family and friends, but as I look around my room I can only seem to see people I don't hate.
Always an angel, never a god
"I don't know why I am the way I am"
"And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound""It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you"
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